ComsumedDarkness

For seven days and seven nights the knight worked tirelessly, seven days and seven nights the man worked the bellows, fed the living flame and followed his meticulous ritual, a mystical scent filled the air as the Knight fought the flames, and dominated them into submission, working for that constant perfect temperature. The fire sang and roared, it crackled and hissed, it spat out burning sparks and unkind licks, the fire was hungry, it wanted to devour and consume all, burn it and transform it into energy. But the Man could not let it have it's way, so he fought, with the arcane ritual, the bellows, the buckets of controlled water. All f